Cheerleader!Reader x Eddie

Can you please come and get me?

You weren't used to drinking alcohol; you had sipped the occasional glass of sparkling wine when your parents hosted dinner parties, but you never really drank with your friends. But something about tonight, maybe it was the air of celebration from the football team winning their big game, made you want to cut loose. It had started with a couple of Jello shots, then your friend Jessica gave you a wine cooler from the four pack she'd stolen from her mom, and now you were on your third glass of punch. It was clear you were drunk; sober you would never go near a communal bowl of unidentifiable liquid, let alone willingly drink it.

"Come dance!" Jessica was semi-coherent, although it wasn't clear if her voice was distorted on your end or hers. It was most likely you though, you knew Jessica could handle her liquor.

"mgonna sit down a sec," you mumbled, stumbling onto a bar stool at the kitchen counter. The room kept rotating in your peripheries.

"Are you okay?" Jessica echoed.

"I'll be fine, come join you in a minute," you managed the words slowly, and Jessica nodded, disappearing out into the backyard.

Your mind felt cloudy, like there was a foggy haze overlaying your thoughts, and to be honest, it made you a little scared. You breathed, trying to steady nerves and stop the nausea. You were pretty much alone. You couldn't call your parents to come and pick you up as that would lead to a lecture about how good girls behave, and you didn't need any more attention from them than was absolutely necessary. When it came to your parents, it was best to be quiet, placid, and ignored. Your friend Jessica had been your ride here, and now she was off dancing with the other members of the cheer squad, most of whom would go home with their jock boyfriends.

Your own boyfriend hadn't been invited to the party; he wasn't invited to most of the social gatherings you were, only called upon when some popular kid wanted a plug. Even though you two had only been dating about a month, he knew more about your life than your closest friends. You trusted Eddie with the parts of you that you kept secret, and you knew if anyone could fix the situation you had found yourself if it was Eddie.

You spotted a phone hanging off the kitchen wall and dialled, surprising yourself that your muscle memory remembered what order the numbers went in. The line rang a few times before someone picked up with a tired, "hello?"

It wasn't Eddie. "Mr. Munson," you tried to steady your voice. "S-sorry for calling so late, I was trying to reach Eds-Eddie."

"It's okay, darling." Wayne had looked after an inebriated Eddie enough times to know a drunk teenager when he heard one. "Are you alright?"

"I'm," suddenly the gravity of the situation dawned on you and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. Your voice cracked, "I d-don't think so."

"Where are you?"

"Uh," you looked around helplessly, trying to remember who's house you had ended up at. "I think it's D-David Horowitz' house in Loch-Loch Nora. Can you please come and get me?"

"I'm leaving now, sweetheart."

You managed to find Jessica, telling her you weren't feeling great and that you'd find a ride home, making sure to tell her to have fun before you left. You stumbled out of the front door and planted yourself on the front steps to wait for Wayne.

Your brain couldn't interpret the clock hands on your watch, but it was maybe 15 minutes later that you were being shaken awake.

"Baby?" Eddie asked softly, pushing your hair behind your ear. "Baby girl?"

You groaned, opening your eyes to see a worried Eddie kneeling beside you. "Eds?"

"C'mon sweetheart, let's get you into bed."

"m'tired, Eds," you groaned as he helped you up, slinging your arm around his shoulder so he could help you walk.

"You've had a big night, huh?"

"Edsie?" Your voice was girlishly high.

"Yeah, baby girl?"

"I think I'm drunk," you giggled when you hiccuped over the words.

"I think you might be."

The last thing you remember was being helped onto the bench-seat in Wayne's old pickup truck and mumbling an enthusiastic hi to Wayne who was in the drivers seat, then everything went black.

The next morning you awoke to a pounding in your head and it took a moment to remember where you were. You'd never slept in Eddie's bed before, and you thought when you finally did you wouldn't be nursing a mighty hangover, and Eddie would actually be next to you. But he wasn't. You sat up a little too fast, the blood rushing painfully to your head and causing you to let out a soft whimper.

"You awake?" It was definitely Eddie's voice, but you couldn't see where it was coming from.

"Eds? Where are you?"

He groaned and you heard his joints crack as he staggered to a stand. When he reached his full height he stretched upwards, yawning. "Slept on the floor."

You blinked, still not fully cognisant, but aware enough to appreciate the trail of hair on his lower stomach. "Why?"

"You were drunk, sweetheart," he sat on the end of the bed, watching you. "You were pretty out of it, and kinda handsy."

"Oh," you averted your gaze. He looked gorgeous with his sleep ruffled hair, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You'd only woken up next to Eddie once before, after he'd snuck through your bedroom window. But you hadn't had the opportunity to fully appreciate how pretty he was in the mornings as he had quickly left the way he'd came before your parents woke up.

"You wanted to cuddle, but then you kept trying to put your hand down my-"

"I get it, Eds. Sorry." He smirked at your blush.

"Don't get me wrong, baby girl, if you were sober I would have been all for it."

You looked up to see his eyes twinkling. "Yeah?"

"'course," he leant forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You taste like vodka."

You groaned, the palms of your hands rubbing your eyes. "I need a shower."

Ten minutes with the hot water running over you made you finally feel clean and awake. Eddie leant you the comfiest clothes in his wardrobe, a thousand washed Black Sabbath teeshirt and sweatpants, and had breakfast waiting for you when you came out of his room.

"Eggs, toast, and black coffee, the perfect hangover cure."

You sat at the dining table, the plate of greasy fried food looking equally appetising and unappetising at the same time. "Thanks for coming to get me last night," you broke the egg with a corner of the toast.

"I'll always come and get you baby girl, no questions asked," he nodded, taking a sip of his own mug of coffee.

You smiled softly at him, knowing he was telling the truth. The edges of him a bit fuzzy as alcohol was still thick in your blood, but your mind had never felt clearer. It was in this moment you realised you were in love with Eddie Munson.